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Undisclosed Devotion	By : horrorgal Category: Bleach > Yaoi - Male/Male > Ichigo/Ishida Views: 7352 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 20

Time ticked by so slow that Ichigo felt like his watch was mocking him. The last hour was the most painful, and he dreaded that he would be asked to stay late again. To make matters worse, Ikumi kept sending him on the longest deliveries possible. He was convinced she was the queen of torture, created to make his life miserable. Well, maybe he was exaggerating, but she did have her diabolical streak. Strangely, she did have a motherly way about her, when she wasn't kidnapping him to drag him into work or yelling at the top of her lungs to give him a simple order.

Ichigo glanced at his watch as he left his final delivery. Thirty-five minutes and his day was over. By the time he got back he'd have maybe ten minutes left of work. He made it back to the shop and started his closing duties as normal. When she called him to the back in her demanding demeanor, his mood nosedived. He put the broom aside and went to see what fresh Hell she had in store for him. He had to force himself not to clench his teeth and grumble as he stepped in the back room.

"There you are. You took long enough on that delivery."

"It was all the way across town. Besides, it was the last one of the day," he said, and waited for her rebuttal.

She smiled instead. "I know. You are the best employee I've ever had, Ichigo." She patted his shoulder. "I also know you're eager to go, so I won't make you stay later tonight. You have the next two days off. After that you are going to work your ass off for a week."

"Thanks, Ikumi."

"You're welcome. Now get going." She practically pushed him out of the shop.

As eager as he was to go to Uryu's, he had to go home first to shower and pack some clothes. It was uneventful for the most part, other than Yuzu insisting he sit to eat some dinner. She only let him go after he promised he was eating dinner with Uryu. The only thing his Dad said as he walked out the door was, good night. There was no uncomfortable conversation, or his usual exuberance. He called Uryu on his way out the door and smiled when he heard his voice over the line.

"Ichigo."

"I'm on my way over. Should I stop by the store to get anything?"

"No, I went after we had lunch together. I got dinner for us and.. um, something we might need." Ichigo could hear the embarrassment creeping in his voice.

"Oh, what might that be?"

"I think you know very well, and I'm not saying it over the phone."

"Are you blushing right now?"

"Ichigo, don't start."

"Start what?" he asked innocently. "I just want to know if the blush is all over you."

"I'm not going to be baited by your perversion," he said.

"What you call perversion, I call charming."

Uryu paused a moment. "Maybe just a little charming," he answered. "And I'm not blushing."

"Sure you aren't," Ichigo teased.

"Get here and I'll prove it."

"I'll be there in about fifteen minutes."

"Good, because dinner is almost ready."

Ichigo walked along the sidewalk, so happy that it almost felt surreal. It had been on his mind all day, but realization was finally kicking in. Uryu wanted to be with him tonight. "I love you," he said.

"I love you too," Uryu answered without hesitation. "See you soon."

Ichigo ended the call, stuffing the cell in his jacket pocket. His fingers brushed the bar of chocolate that he had put there yesterday. He'd forgotten all about it. Chocolate. Uryu's body. The memory was still fresh. Maybe if the mood took him, Uryu would let him do it again. The farther he walked, the more nervous he felt for what was ahead. He hadn't expected to have this reaction. The street lights were coming on for the night and he passed under one, nearing the apartment complex. He looked towards the building and saw the light on inside Uryu's place. Nerves aside, he was more than ready for this. He just hoped Uryu really was too, but his behavior earlier had been straight forward and confident.

Ichigo had a last minute thought. Maybe he should have stopped somewhere anyway and bought Uryu something special. He looked back the way he had come and though about it for a moment before he sighed and accepted he should have done it sooner. No point now, he was already here and he did promise it would only take him fifteen minutes. He went up the staircase to his floor and knocked when he reached the door. Uryu opened it almost immediately and kissed him in greeting as he stepped inside.

"I'll take your bag to the bedroom." Uryu went to grab it, but Ichigo's fingers stubbornly tightened on the handle to keep him there and kissed him again. His tongue teased Uryu's lips open, darting in his mouth. He tossed the bag on the floor and pulled Uryu closer against his body, one hand clenched in his dark hair. Uryu's hands gripped the back of his jacket, muffling between a protest and absolute delight, his tongue lashing and moving against his.

Ichigo was very tempted to forgo dinner when the only thing he wanted to do was be with him. His body felt so welcoming, and his mouth tasted like strawberries. He sucked on his tongue with drawn out enthusiasm, then pulled back reluctantly, panting soft as he smiled. He didn't feel so nervous anymore. He loosened the grip on his hair and brushed his fingers through the soft locks, staring into his eyes.

"Hi," he said, and laughed when Uryu gave him one of his annoyed looks, but it was less intimidating when he was gasping and flushed. "You're blushing now."

"You better hope the food isn't burning," he managed and kissed the tip of his nose before he peeled himself away from Ichigo's embrace. "Take your bag to the bedroom," he reminded him as he went into the kitchen.

~~~

They ate together at the dining table, making small talk. Of course the conversation went to the topic that neither of them really wanted to bring up, but was inevitable. The prisoner being murdered in his cell was more than just a cause for concern, especially when they seemed to have no clue how it happened. It bared the question, did they know more about what was going on in the Seireitei than they were letting on? Mayuri possibly could, but it was easy to question when his personality was so toxic. Maybe it even went as high as the Captain Commander.

"You don't think he has an idea of something greater going on, do you?" Uryu asked. "You have spoken with him before. What do you think?"

"I'm not really sure. I don't know the Captain Commander well at all. Besides, you know the history of the Quincy better than I do, obviously. You should have a better idea than me."

"I know what my grandfather told me, and what little bit my father has. In this situation, what I know isn't as helpful as you would think." Uryu looked at his plate, absently stirring rice around, brow creased in thought. "I should have asked even more questions, really studied the history more than I have. There is probably so much more that I don't know."

Ichigo watched him. "We shouldn't have started talking about this again, not tonight anyway."

"It was bound to happen. Both of us are stubborn and refuse to let anything go."

Ichigo felt a smirk forming on his lips. "You admit you're stubborn."

"No need to sound cocky," he responded, the corner of his mouth rising just a fraction. "Are you done eating?"

"Yes. Thank you, this was really good, Uryu."

"You're welcome. I made a strawberry dessert. Do you want some?" he asked as he got up.

"Oh, is that why you tasted like strawberries when I kissed you earlier?"

"I ate a few while I was cooking."

"You know, I got some chocolate in my jacket pocket."

"No." Uryu cleared the dishes and went to the sink. Ichigo was sure he saw something flicker in his eyes. "It's too sticky," he added over his shoulder as he turned the water on to start scrubbing the plates.

"Come on, you liked it last time," he teased and walked up behind him, hands resting on his hips. Uryu refused to answer, making short work of the dishes. "There you go, being stubborn."

"I'm not." He rinsed his hands before he turned off the faucet and snatched up the towel to dry them.

"You just admitted you were." Ichigo kissed the side of his neck, shifting the position of his hands to slide them just under the hem of Uryu's shirt. His fingers danced gently around his waist and teased over his hip bones before moving his palms upward along his stomach and to his chest where he could feel his heart beating. "You don't have to tell me. I know you liked it." His thumb and forefinger tugged one of his nipples, gently coaxing him to respond. Uryu's clenched hands rested on the edge of the counter, his breath a quickened rasp. Still stubborn, even now.

Ichigo pinched the hard nub roughly, rolling it between his fingers until he heard a low hiss. It was a rapturous and incredibly satisfying. He was hard, the arousal so prominent that his jeans felt tight and constrictive. He pressed himself against Uryu's backside so he could feel the effect he had on him. It was a delicious ache and he panted hot against Uryu's neck, fingers still toying with the hard peak of his nipple. He cupped the bulge in Uryu's pants, palm running over the hardness encased there. Uryu's fingers gripped at his wrist as his hips started to move in time with his hand, his breath harsher with each passing moment. He couldn't possibly climax this way, but Ichigo was so enthralled by his enthusiasm that he rubbed harder, teasing his trapped erection.

"Relax," Ichigo said, lips brushing against his lover's ear. He popped the button open on his pants, then briskly grasped the zipper and yanked it down. His length tented out the front of his boxers as it was freed from the tight cocoon of his pants.

"Wait," Uryu muttered weakly, squirming when Ichigo's hand slide inside the soft cloth of his boxers to grip his length.

"For what?" His fingers curled around his hot flesh and pumped up and down. He could already feel moisture pearling at the tip.

"Not in here," he insisted, yet his body seemed to have a will of it's own as his hips swayed with his strokes. He groaned in pleasured frustration. "If you make me climax in here, I swear I'll kick your ass, Ichigo."

"You're so hot right now, Uryu." He kissed soft along his jaw, hand gently tilting his head back to rest it against his shoulder. Ichigo leaned and brushed his lips against his in a chaste kiss that made what his hand was doing even more erotic. Their eyes met, and the heat of Uryu's stare intensified his desire. "It feels good, doesn't it? Just let it happen."

"Bastard," Uryu said, "how did you manage to make me so perverted?"

"I just nudged you in the right direction," he muttered against his lips and kissed him deep this time, body pressed solid against his back so Uryu could rest his weight on him. His lower half swayed with Uryu's as if they were locked in a dance. His hand stroked faster with Uryu's insistence. His fingers dug into Ichigo's wrist to keep his hand locked there to finish what he so deviously started. His palm was slick with sweat and pre-cum, that was rolling from the head more profusely as he neared his climax. He felt the hot spill of his seed run over his fingers, and broke the kiss to hear Uryu's voice rise with the release. His expression was raw and gorgeous, his blue eyes looking into him with such intensity that Ichigo groaned with him. Ichigo cradled his spent cock in his hand and couldn't resist teasing him. "Well, that was fast," he said.

"You ass." Uryu made as if to move away from him, but just leaned back against him with a sigh. "We weren't supposed to start in here," he said, swallowing thickly as he slowly tried to regain his composure.

"Plans are great, but they don't always work out. You have to improvise sometimes." Ichigo kissed him soft and pulled his hand free of his soiled boxers, smirking at Uryu's renewed agitation. He was like a light switch and he loved it. He eased from behind Uryu to wash his hands at the sink. "See, it washes off."

"You aren't the one with the messy boxers," he seethed behind him.

"That's true." He shut the faucet off and died up with the towel that was still bunched on the counter. He turned to face Uryu. "I'm still hard though, and I can easily say that's worse."

"Maybe you're right." Uryu stepped close to cup his trapped erection.

"Yeah." Ichigo's voice wavered. It was throbbing so bad now that it was near painful. "Maybe you can help me out." He was trembling and trying not to, but Uryu's fingers were gliding up and down over the tight bulge so perfectly.

"I'll help you," Uryu said, eyes cool once more. "As soon as I get done with my shower."

"What?"

Uryu gave him a soft squeeze. "You've waited for me. You can handle waiting just a little longer." He smiled and walked out of the room with considerable dignity for a man with his pants open and the front of his boxers wet with semen. The bastard pulled it off as if he were walking into battle, cool and collected. "Turn out the lights too, will you?" he called back as he went. Ichigo was left speechless and still very much aroused. His exit from the kitchen was far less dignified as he walked stiffly from the wanting ache between his legs, flipping off the light switches as he went.

~~~

Bare chested, Ichigo walked around the bedroom, trying to ignore the tent in his pajama bottoms. He thought taking his jeans off would ease up the pressure, but the soft cloth rubbing as he moved proved to be far more torturous. The water was still running in the bathroom. Was he being as slow as possible, or did it just feel that way? He looked at the alarm clock next to Uryu's bed. Only ten minutes had passed since he entered the bathroom and locked the door behind him. He only knew that because he had tried to open the door as soon as he entered the bedroom.

It would probably go down if he would just sit and not think. He sat on the edge of the bed and looked at the wall, the floor, the ceiling. He could stare into the lamp light, but it wasn't going to make his train of thought go to anything other than the man in the next room washing his nude body. He started to lay back on the bed to relax, but sat back up straight. The last time he was on this bed alone, he had left it feeling satisfied and shamed all at once. Ichigo tapped the heel of his bare foot nervously as he contemplated if he should confess. He tried to rate what Uryu's rage level might be between one and ten. Taking into account that he had been recovering from an attack at Urahara's and totally unaware of his feelings for him at that time, Ichigo estimated it would be up there in the hundreds at least.

He rubbed his face with a soft groan. "I'm such a idiot." He jerked like a guilty man when the door to the bathroom opened. He was in such deep thought that he didn't even realize the shower had stopped. Uryu stepped out with a towel wrapped around his waist, drying his hair with another.

"Why are you a idiot?" Uryu asked as he rubbed the towel over his wet hair, looking at him curiously.

"Oh, you heard that?"

"Yes. So, why did you say it? Is it because you think you upset me in the kitchen?" Uryu's eyes softened and he stopped his brisk drying. "I'm not mad, I just wanted to tease you back a little."

"I didn't think so, I mean, not really." He averted his eyes from his questioning gaze. "I don't know why I'm even going to bring this up, but I just don't want any secrets between us, even the smallest ones."

"What is it?" Uryu tossed the hair towel in the laundry hamper and sat beside him.

"That day you sent me here to get you some clothes, I sat on your bed, and I could smell you, and I could feel remnants of your reiatsu. I started thinking about you and to get to the point, I jerked off." Ichigo couldn't quite look at him, glancing in his direction out of the corner of his eye.

"On my bed?"

"Well, yeah. I laid on it, but I didn't make a mess, I swear!" He flinched when Uryu laughed. It was so unlike him to just let loose.

"No harm done."

"Really, that's it? You aren't going to yell at me and call me a sick pervert or punch my arm like usual? I mean, we weren't even together yet."

"Ichigo, it's a natural human act to fantasize and respond to it. I can't exactly get angry at you for doing what humans do, even if it was on my bed. Just be thankful I took to your advances, otherwise I would have made you pay."

"Now that sounds like the Uryu I know," Ichigo said as he let the worry wash away.

Uryu's eyes lowered to the tented cloth. "And look at that, you're still aroused." Uryu touched over it. "Couldn't have been that worried I'd disapprove."

Ichigo shivered. Even the light touch was a relief from the neglected throbbing. "It's your fault," he said.

"Maybe. Do you think about me a lot when you touch yourself?" Uryu's gaze bore into him.

"Yes."

"I thought about you too when I did it last night." His hand curled around his straining length and stroked him through the cloth.

Ichigo let his mind go and relinquished himself to the sensation. Uryu smirked at how eager he was when he clumsily arched upward just enough to yank his pajamas off and kick them away onto the floor. Uryu grasped him again and leaned closer, letting the towel that was still around his waist fall open to expose his body. Ichigo grasped his wet hair and kissed him, yanking him close to feel the touch of his bare flesh. His whole body was still slightly damp from the shower and his skin smelled fresh under his natural alluring scent. They moved up along the bed together slowly, lips locked, tasting and exploring. Their hands were a frenzy of gropes and caresses as they shifted and moved. Ichigo maneuvered and rolled Uryu beneath him, lips breaking from his to look down at him.

"I want you," Uryu said softly. His legs opened in invitation as he looked up at him. Ichigo could feel him hardening against his stomach, his own cock a steady throb against Uryu's thigh. "Open the top drawer of the side table. You'll need something in there."

Ichigo did as he asked and pulled out the only item in the drawer. It was a simple tube of lubricant. Nothing extravagant, but it was all they needed. Ichigo looked down at him as he popped open the top. He couldn't just plow into him the first time, even though he felt like his cock was about to explode from the pressure. He put some on his middle and forefinger and spread it. He eased up on his knees and gently urged Uryu to open his legs a little more for him. Ichigo teased a lubed finger around the opening, and his eyes were glued to the act. Uryu's legs were trembling, his breath faster. He made a soft gasping noise when the finger pushed and went past the puckered ring.

"Is this alright?" Ichigo asked, working his finger deeper. Uryu swallowed and nodded, wet hair spread out on the pillow. He looked almost timid in that moment. He tested his touches to see how his lover would react, first thrusting, then rolling his finger around inside him gently, all the while trying to find the spot that drove him so wild the last time. Uryu squirmed, breath coming out in short gasps. Ichigo pushed in both fingers, curling the tips upward until he felt the hard ball of his prostate. He pressed and knew it was the right spot.

Uryu made a sharp sound, hips lifting off the bed to gyrate against Ichigo's hand. He rubbed and rolled his fingertips against it, drinking in Uryu's every movement and sound. Reality was far better than any fantasy he had ever had about him. His head was turned against the pillow, raven hair a veil obscuring his face as his voice rose the harder Ichigo toyed inside him. Uryu's hands reached for him desperately, fingers tracing over the length of Ichigo's cock. He had a whisper of a smile as he played soft, fingertips teasing over the hard flesh.

"I want you," Uryu said. His fingers gripped him. "Let me help."

Ichigo's hand froze as he was entranced by Uryu's teasing touch. He watched him grab the lube, and shivered when the cool drops landed on his hard shaft. Uryu's fingers smeared it over him until it was coated from head to base. Ichigo pulled his fingers free and eased forward. The slick head pressed and Uryu held the base to guide him, eyes never leaving his. The restraint lasted for only a moment and he pushed inside his lean body. Uryu bit down on his lip and held his breath, hands clamped hard on his shoulders.

"Does it hurt?" Ichigo's voice wavered with the surprising waves of pleasure. He forced himself not to thrust, hands gripped in the sheets where they rested on either side of Uryu's sprawled body.

"Just a little." Uryu took a breath and relaxed his as much as he could. "It's okay, I was expecting it to hurt a bit."

Ichigo was poised above him, hips as still as he could make them, but it was a challenge not to start thrusting wildly. His breath came out in a heavy gasp, the heat of his tunnel getting to him. Uryu's arms slipped around him, and he was pulled to his body to nestle there. They lay together, connected in the most intimate of ways as Uryu's hands ran up and down his back languidly, relaxed beneath Ichigo as it were the most natural thing in the world. Lips brushed as soft kisses became more heated and hungry. A slight slip of tongue heightened their desire, entwined and tasting one another. Ichigo's hips jerked lightly at first, spurred on by Uryu's guiding hands.

Uryu made a low sound in his throat, an excited whimper of pleasure as his legs opened wider, his fingers digging into Ichigo's flesh. He took it as a sign that he was ready for more, eager for it in fact. Ichigo nuzzled his neck and breathed in his scent as his hips began to pump with more force. His whole body felt hot, alive with sensations that he had only ever imagined in the most erotic of dreams. Their sweat mingled, skin slick with it as they both moved together. Ichigo could just hear the rhythmic creak of the bed under Uryu's rapid, moan filled pants of breath. Ichigo felt the pleasant warmth building in his groin, the sign of a nearing climax. He held his breath and slowed his eager thrusts, but the tight heat caressing his cock was hard to resist.

"Don't stop," Uryu breathed out, hands cupping over his ass to urge him all the more.

"I'll cum if I don't slow down."

"It's okay," Uryu said, arching his hips and rocking up to Ichigo. "You need it." His voice was lustful, his face twisted beautifully in an expression of satisfaction. "Then, we'll see how fast you can get it up again, shinigami." he challenged, a sly look in his gorgeous blue eyes.

Ichigo pressed his lips against his lover's neck, groans muffled against him as his hips pumped faster. The touch of Uryu's hands traced up and down his back side as his voice whispered soft words. Ichigo was consumed with him, his warmth, his skin, his scent and his reiatsu that seemed to drip like the sweat from his pores. The slow build up in his stomach went lower as his balls tightened up, his thrusts becoming hard jerks as he felt himself let go for the first time in Uryu's body. His name was the only thing Ichigo could say in a breathless chant as he moved against him through the climax.

Ichigo lay atop him, comfortable in his embrace as he felt himself soften within his walls. His breath slowed, his senses following shortly after as he raised his head to look down at Uryu's face. Strands of hair stuck to his cheek and Ichigo brushed them aside as he kissed him, a gentle caress of their lips. Regretfully, he pulled free of him and rolled on his back as gracefully as he could. Uryu pressed to his side, using his arm to hold himself up, watching Ichigo with the softest smile, fingers tracing over his chest.

"You okay?" Uryu asked. His fingers had made their way to a nipple, pinching and toying the nub until Ichigo could feel the pleasant tingling sensation that somehow made it's way to his shaft. The limp organ jerked soft, already awakening for more. He took a breath that shook excitedly.

"I'm doing great," he said, hand reaching to cup his cheek. Uryu was still very much aroused. Ichigo could feel his organ pressed against his hip, hard and starved for attention. "I want you again." Uryu's eyes roamed down his chest to his cock, admiring the life that was already returning to it.

"Impressive," Uryu said, fingers tracing over the stiffening length that was still slick with lube and spent semen.

"You did challenged me."

"Yes, I did." Uryu eased up and straddled above him, thighs hugging Ichigo's sides. It took a few seconds of shifting, but Ichigo slipped inside him again. "It's deeper this way," Uryu rasped, eyes closed, head titled back slightly as if savoring the moment.

Ichigo watched him, entranced as Uryu began to rock above him, hands resting behind him on his thighs for balance. His cock bounced as his hips jerked and swayed, his toned stomach tight with tension. Ichigo was inside him, but Uryu was clearly the one in control this time, bouncing and grinding, taking what he desired. Ichigo grasped his cock and stroked in time with his movements, thumb rubbing over the head where moisture beaded and rolled down the shaft. They were both gasping, wordlessly moaning as they took pleasure in each other. Ichigo pumped up harder for his lover, needing as much as he was giving.

"Close," Uryu said, hushed and breathy, his pace quickening. His fingers clamped on Ichigo's thigh muscles as his whole body tensed before the hot spill of his release rolled over Ichigo's fingers. His voice rose, wildly rocking his hips with the climax. His fingers dug so hard into Ichigo's legs that he grunted with the slight pain it brought, but it only intensified the coiling pleasure surging through his groin. Uryu was incredibly tight now, his tunnel gripping all the harder with his orgasm. Ichigo spilled into him for a second time, voice breaking as he yelled with the intensity of it. It lasted only moments, but even an eternity of feeling something so good wouldn't be enough.

Gasping and spent, Uryu lowered and lay against him, body shifting so Ichigo's spent organ slipped from his body. They both sighed in unison as if mourning the lost connection. They lay in silence, cradled to each other, comfortably slipped into the afterglow. Ichigo's eyes grew heavy as he held him, tiredly thinking Uryu had already fallen asleep, as he was breathing soft and steady. His lips curved slightly in a smile when he heard him mutter three words.

"That was incredible."

"Yes, it was," he agreed, voice as soft and warn as his lover's. Uryu lifted his head to search his face with a curious expression. He looked adorable without his glasses, color high on his cheeks, hair a wild mess with the last traces of sweat along his brow. Eyes like ice narrowed slightly, and a somewhat tight frown formed on his lips. Ichigo felt a twitch of nerves. Had he done something to piss him off all the sudden? "Is something wrong?"

"I hope you don't think you'll be the only one topping in this relationship," he said with a crisp tone. Ichigo mouth opened, feeling completely speechless until Uryu smirked and chuckled. "You looked like you were going have a breakdown just now," he said, amused.

Ichigo snorted a relieved laugh and wrapped his arms around him. It was never his intention for Uryu to be the bottom. What would be the fun in that when there was so much more for them to discover and explore together? "I want to feel everything you have to offer, Uryu. Everything." The kissed they shared was deep and passionate, awakening in them the desire that was thought to have been spent. They both got their wish that night.

~~~

Ichigo reluctantly packed up the rest of his overnight bag as he got ready go. He didn't want to be late for work and incur Ikumi's wrath, but the two days with Uryu just didn't feel long enough. It had been wonderful, even better than he had expected. Hollow attacks had been nil the past few days as well, and no other trouble had occurred. It was almost abnormally normal, but he wasn't going to complain after all that had happened recently. He could have lost Uryu to those psychos. He looked over at him then, watching him comb his dark hair. He wanted to run his fingers through it to feel the soft texture, but he put that out of his mind in a hurry. If he got going, he would be late for sure.

"I better head off," he said and stood upright, picking up his bag as he did, tossing it over his shoulder.

"Call after work?"

"Yeah, unless she makes me work late, and she is likely to."

"No problem, I may be at my father's anyway. I think he wants to talk about things."

"Maybe to talk you out of seeing that shinigami, huh?" Ichigo smiled a bit, but he still felt uneasy about Ryuken's previous disapproval.

Uryu came to him and kissed him soft. "No, that's not a issue anymore, I promise. He just wants to talk, in general. Father and son stuff. We've not done that in so long, I can never remember if we actually ever did. I think he wants to change that."

"That's good, right?"

"I hope so," he said and took Ichigo's hand. "Come on, before you're late." He walked him to the door and their lips met one last time.

"Oh, before I forget." Ichigo reached in his jacket pocket and pulled out the bar of chocolate and handed it to Uryu.

"Why are you giving me this?"

"For next time." Ichigo winked.

"Pervert," he scolded him with nothing but affection in his voice. Uryu watched him go down the steps before he shut the door. He could still feel the touch of Ichigo's lips as he looked at the chocolate in his hand. The euphoria slowly left him though as he once again thought of the rouge shinigami and what their exact purpose had been. Why was the last survivor murdered in his cell, and who was responsible? He sighed and promised himself not to think about it anymore for now and wait until another time when they could talk to Urahara and the others. He went to get ready to go see his father and put it out of his mind. In the end, maybe it didn't matter. The ordeal was over.

~~~

The man watched Ichigo and Uryu from a distance, taking note of their intimate interaction. Interesting. He had not expected to see a fellow Quincy fraternizing with a shinigami. Would Uryu Ishida be loyal? Could he be a trusted comrade? He was unsure as he digested what he had just witnessed as he watched the shinigami depart from Ishida's home. He looked at the door as it slowly shut, contemplating if he should approach him now or wait until he had time to discuss it with His Majesty or Haschwalth. No, approaching now would not be wise. He watched Ichigo walk down the street, and didn't stop watching him until he turned the corner and was out of sight. His reiatsu on the other had was still very much apparent. He would be a strong opponent. It made the man smile before he turned around to be on his way, his white coat gently fluttering in the afternoon breeze.

END

AN: I'm assuming anyone reading this story, reads and is caught up with the manga. Otherwise you'd be confused with what is going on. This story is really a alternate timeline, basically following the manga with changes to suit what I am writing, of course. For example, I had Hiyosu helping the rouge shinigami and he died in my story, but he is very much alive in the manga.

When I first started writing this, I was at first going to have it be a simple story just about Ichigo and Uryu, but I really ended up wanting it to be more than that, and not just a smut filled fic with nothing else. I decided to set it not long before the Quincy/Star Knights arch, kind of like a build up to that happening. This story works well as it ends, at least I think so. Depending on how I feel when the time comes, I may wait until the manga is done and do a sequel story that takes place during the entirety of the arch and end of the manga. Not promising that, just an idea that I might go with. It all depends on how busy I am with my other writing, and how inspired I am to give it a go. I am just hoping that Kubo doesn't kill Uryu off. Yeah, I know, he's not killed a lot of characters, but you never know.

Anyway, hope you all enjoyed. Thanks for reading.
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